Bearclaw Valley Only the good die young

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a day like any other ended with a harrowing shriek for ancelin.
it was the last time he would hear his name uttered.
a day which had bloomed beautiful, a day drenched in sungold and the warmth of a springtime wind. he had danced among the purple flowers with the pups, shown them the redsand path and the sentinel stone.
through the ancient forests he had run near silently, demonstrating how the heavy moss padded stone and twig underfoot.
a wild day. a feral day.
ameline was joined with interest, and it became a field trip of sorts. his indigo eyes glowed as the cave shadows swallowed them, watching their bear-daughter run ahead.
when his queenly mate kissed ancelin, he gently nipped her eartip and returned the affection, tail in jubilant arc at his hips.
and that was the final moment of peace.
instinct screamed first. he grabbed for them, his family, his pack; a slab of stone slammed down and took with it any answering shout.
dust puffed from the cavemouth, slowly subsiding.
pebbles flew in a run alongside flowing dirt, inching to a stop as smaller stones rolled out into the grass.
a growling; a settling, deep beneath the earth signaled this end of ancelin bearclaw.